Luaan
Pushing hard again, Luaan
Hi All, here is my detailed story...
It has been several days since I tried to push my poo out.
I could feel it down there in my rectum...trying to come out.
So I went in to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
I reached around with my hands and pulled my butt cheeks apart to expose my butt hole more. I began straining but the hard poo was really large, hard, and wide... so it got stuck at my anal opening. As I pushed it began stretching my butt hole even wider and wider. It started to hurt.
I pulled off some toilet paper to try to grab on to it and pull it out.
After some effort I was able to finally break it off ... a big piece fell into the toilet with a big splash.
I then put some hemorrhoid cream on my finger and rubbed it on and into my sore hole.
Thanks, Luaan.Potter
I couldn't hold it in
Today, while working at a new job site. I felt a slight urge to poop. It was towards the end of my workday, and I don't like pooping in public, so I decided to hold it until I got home. Big mistake. As I started packing up my equipment, I cramped really bad and my stomach gave a strong push. I was able to hold it in but I realized, the pressure was increasing and the poop was massive. (3 days worth). Heading to the exit, another cramp and I had to stop walking and cross my lean against the wall and pretend to check my phone so I could squeeze my legs together without it looking too obvious I was trying to hold in a massive shit. The parking garage was a REEEALLY far walk until I could get to my car and try and sit down to stop it from coming out. Halfway through the walk, I realized..I needed to find a bathroom, NOW. I finally get to my car and as I load everything in my trunk, I get the strongest cramp yet, which causes me to involuntarily push. It's happening now. Bathroom or not. I'm starting to shit my pants. I'm panicking because I know on the next cramp I'm going to be more than just turtleheading. I see an old jacket I no longer wear and climb into the back seat of the car. I decide I'm going to have to put something down so I don't actually shit my pants. I can shit on the jacket. I pull my pants down and take a look around to make sure no one is in the car next to me. And I finally give in to the urge and I push. "Nnnnnggghhhh" and it starts to move. It's so big, it hurts but the relief is incredible. I can't believe what I'm doing but also I can't stop because I have to get it all out. I push as hard as I can and I feel the jacket moving away from my body being pushed away by this huge turd coming out of my ass. I stop and catch my breath, knowing there's more. I take a deep breath and puuuushhhh "nnnnggghhhhhh ahhhhhh" and finally, the pressure is gone. I'm shocked I didn't pee too. But I hurriedly wiped with some napkins I pulled from the console. I pulled my pants up and looked into the jacket to see probably the biggest shit I've ever taken. I wrapped the jacket up and left it in the back seat while I moved to the drivers seat to make my way home. Relieved.Jessica
Question for Jillian
Great story Jillian! How often do you usually poop?
When you took that big dump at the stadium, had it been a while since you last went?
Why do you poop big when you are small?Lavah
a constipated camp poop with help from my friends
I went camping over labor day weekend with my friend, Rae, and her boyfriend, Elliot, and of course, I was really constipated. Rae and I have been close friends since childhood (I've posted about her on here before) but I've only known Elliot for maybe 2 years. We were staying in a tent at a camp ground that had a nice bath house with full electricity and plumbing, so it wasn't very different from home.
I had already gone 6 days without pooping before the trip even started. I tried so hard to go the night before, but to no avail. Friday after we all got off work, we met up at Rae's apartment. I tried pooping one more time before leaving, but I couldn't, so we all got in Elliot's truck and made our way to the camp ground. We stopped at one point for gas, so I told Rae about my situation while Elliot wasn't around. (She's familiar with my constipation issues and has helped me go several times.) She was really sympathetic and told me to let her know if there's anything she could do to help. I thanked her and changed the subject.
We arrived to our camp site in the evening. Rae and Elliot began setting up our tent. I started to feel some pressure in my lower ???? and I wasn't really needed, so I told them I was going to go to the bath house. Rae winked at me to wish me luck, I'm assuming, as I turned to leave. The bath house was really nice! It was a square-shaped room with about 7 toilet stalls on one wall, 7 shower stalls across from them on the other wall, and 5 sinks on the back wall. A few wooden benches were sat in the middle of the room as well. I took a middle stall, sat down, peed, and began doing some light pushes. "Nnn .... nnnh .... nnnn!" After 10 minutes of pushing, I got a text from Rae, asking if was doing okay. I told her I was fine but I wasn't having any luck. I decided to give up for now, so I wiped, washed my hands, and headed back to our camp site. Rae welcomed me back with a little rub on my back that felt good. We spent our evening eating burgers and toasted marshmallows. That night, we all made our way to the bath house to get ready for bed. Elliot went into the mens' room while Rae and I went into the ladies'. Rae asked me if I wanted to try pooping again. I said I wasn't planning on it, but she insisted that I try for 10 more minutes. I entered a stall and sat on the toilet. I gave one big push to see if anything was ready. "UUUUNNNHH!" Nothing felt ready to come out so I didn't bother to strain myself. I sat there doing light pushes every 30 seconds or so while Rae sat on a bench and talked to me. "Nnn .... nnh .... nnnh!" We were the only ones in the ladies' room. After 10 minutes, I told Rae I didn't think I could poop and came out of the stall. She gave me a big hug and told me that it was okay. She asked me if I was in pain. I told her I had a dull stomachache, but it was more uncomfortable than it was painful. She hugged me again and we both headed over to the showers to continue our night routine. We met back up with Elliot at the camp site and went to sleep.
I woke up before the others feeling really bloated. I decided to make my way back to the bath house and try to poop again before they woke up, Again, I was the only one in there. I chose a middle stall and got to work. I was just getting ready to give up after about 15 minutes of no luck, when I got hit with a stomach cramp and felt something shifting in my gut. I tried pushing with more effort which elicited a few grunts. "NNNN! ........ NNNH! ........ NNNNNHH!" I stopped to breathe. The poop wasn't quite in my rectum yet, but the pressure was getting quite intense. I just wanted to poop, but I couldn't. I tried pushing once more. "NNNNNNNNNNN! .......... NNNNNNNNNNHH! .......... HHHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGG!!" Then, I heard someone yell, "Ma'am, are you okay in there?" She sounded maybe 40 years old. I hadn't heard anyone come in and wondered how long this woman had been in there. I caught my breath and said, "I'm okay, just really constipated." The woman offered me some laxatives, saying she always brings them camping with her because she's prone to constipation when she goes camping. I declined her offer and she wished me luck as she left. I continued straining. "NNNNNNNNNH! ......... HMMMMMM! ........ MMMMMMHHHH!" Nothing was moving. I just couldn't get it out. Feeling tired and defeated, I decided to quit. I went to the sinks to wash my hands, and that's when Rae walked in. "I figured I'd find you in here!" she said. "Have you pooped yet?" I sighed and told her no. She suggested I come back to the camp site for breakfast and try again later. I agreed, so we rejoined Elliot and ate eggs and bacon that he had cooked over the camp fire. I didn't eat much because I wasn't very hungry.
When we were all done eating, Elliot and I stayed by the camp fire and talked while Rae went into the tent to change. After a few minutes, she unzipped the tent and called me over. I walked over to her and asked what she wanted and she motioned for me to come in and zip up the tent so I did. She sat down on her and Elliot's blow-up mattress and patted the spot next to her, asking me to sit too. Once I was sat, she eased me backwards until I was laying on my back and gave me a ???? massage. This made the pressure in my gut increase. It hurt, but it also felt good. All at once, I got another cramp and accidentally let a moan escape. "Ohhhhh!" I told Rae it may be time to go to the bath house. She offered to come with me but I told her I'd be fine by myself. I headed for the bath house as Rae rejoined Elliot at the fire.
There were a few people in the bath house at the sinks and showers but all the toilets were free, so I entered a middle stall, sat down, and prepared myself for what I knew would be a difficult poop. I did some light pushes while pressing on my ???? to get things started. "Nnnnh ...... hhnnn ..... hhhnnnnn!" I knew I was being loud, but I don't actually think anyone heard me over the showers that were running. The pressure in my gut was still pretty intense. I figured I should try harder, so I grabbed the sides of the toilet and pushed harder for several minutes. "NNNRRRRGG! ...... NNNNNNNHH! .......... MMMMMMMMMH!" By this point, I think had the bath house to myself. I bent all the way forward and hugged my knees. I took a deep breath and pushed really hard again. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!" This is when I got a bad cramp and i felt a mass lowering into my rectum. It was bigger than my poor rectum could handle and it sent waves of pain up through my stomach and down to my anus. I knew I wasn't going to be able to do this myself, so I called Rae. She picked up immediately and said, "I'll be right there," then hung up. What a good friend! I barely heard her knock on my stall because I was moaning so loudly. "Ohhhh! Ow ow ow ow owwwwwwwww!" I unlocked the stall door for her and she immediately hugged me tightly, telling me, "It's okay, I'm here. I've got this. I'm gonna help you get through this." She knelt down in front of me and started rubbing my ????, not even bothering to close the stall door. I was concerned about someone coming into the bath house, but she said she'd taped a piece of paper to the door that said "out of order" so I could have privacy. Genius! She told me to push, but the pain was making it difficult to. "MMMUUUUUUUUUUUUHH!! ... OW! .......... UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHH!! ... OHHH! .......... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHH!!! ..... NNNNH!! .... NNNNNNH! .... NNNNNNNNNNH! ... AHH!" I burst into tears again. "IT HURTS SO BAD!" "I know, I know," Rae said as she wrapped her arms around me and massaged my lower back. "Keep trying, you can do this." I grabbed onto the walls of the stall and bore down hard. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG! ............ HHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!! ............. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!!" I felt something moving in my gut. "IT'S MOVING!!" It felt like concrete sticking out of my ass. I leaned forward and asked Rae to tell me what she saw. "The bad news is it's HUGE!" she said. "The good news is you've already got about an inch or two out!" she continued. She reached down and started massaging right above my anus while coaching me. "Let's try another big push on the count of 3! 1! ... 2! ... 3! ... PUUUUUUSSSHHH!!" "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!!!" Nothing. "Try again!" "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!" Still nothing. "Push as hard as you can, Lavah, come on!" "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I CAN'T DO IT!" I wailed. Rae told me to get up and lead me over to one of the wooden benches in the middle of the room. She instructed me to remove my clothes from the waist down and stand in a squatting position on the bench with my hips as far apart as possible. This gave her easy access to my butthole. She knelt down behind me and spread my buttcheeks while I pushed. I put my hands on my knees and tried to push but I was struggling to keep my balance. Rae came around to the front of me and let me squeeze her hands for support while I pushed. "UUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!! .................. UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!! ........... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!!!" Still no luck. We then heard a knock on the door followed by, "Rae! Lavah! It's Elliot! Do you need help?" Rae helped me into a sitting position (with my butt hanging off the back of the bench with poop still stuck half-way out of it) and went outside to talk to him. A few minutes later, they both entered. "Alright, Lavah," Rae instructed. "Back into the squatting position. I need you to squeeze Elliot's hands while I work on your back end, okay?" I looked at Elliot to make sure he was okay with this and he nodded so I did as I was told. Elliot knelt in front of me and I took his hands. Squeezing them gave me the support I needed to keep my balance. I began straining again while Rae used her fingers to open my anus as wide as she could. "UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!!!! ................... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!!! ........ NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!" The poop started moving but got stuck again when I stopped pushing. "You're making progress, Lavah! Keep pushing!" Rae yelled. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!! ...... UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!! .......... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!! OW! MY STOMACH!" I shouted as I grabbed my ????. I could feel my abdomen muscles contracting involuntarily and it hurt so much. Elliot grabbed my shoulders so I wouldn't fall while I squeezed my ???? with my arms and moaned. "OoOo OW! .... Ah! AHH! MMMMMH! .... OH! ...... OHHHHHHHHH!" Rae told me to grab Elliot's shoulders to steady myself and had him rub my ???? while she continued stretching my anus. "PUSH, LAVAH!" they both shouted. I pushed as hard as I could while still moaning in pain. "MMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!! ........... UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHH!!! ........ UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH! ........OH! OH! OH! ........ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHH! ..... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!" It started moving again. "I have ahold of it, Lavah!" Rae exclaimed! "Give me one more big push so I can pull it out!" I closed my eyes and pushed with every ounce of strength I had. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!" At last, I finally felt the turd leave my ass. I turned to look at it. Sitting Rae's hands was one of the thickest pieces of poop I've ever seen! It wasn't very long (maybe 10 inches?) but it had to be over 3 inches thick. It looked as dry as it felt coming out too. I laid down on the bench for several minutes to rest and calm down while Rae and Elliot made sure I was okay. My butthole was on fire and my stomach was still cramping. Rae asked me if I could feel more poop inside me and I said yes. After I had caught my breath, we all got back into the same position as before and I resumed pushing. "nnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNH! ........ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! .......... UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH!!!" The next log came out pretty quickly. It was a little longer than the first but much softer. With Rae and Elliot's help, I pushed out 3 more logs with a small amount of effort. I wasn't empty yet, but I felt like I could handle the rest on my own, so I went into a stall and pooped out several small turds on my own. Rae and Elliot broke my big logs up with their hands and flushed them down another toilet. When we were all finished, I thanked them for all of their help and they told me not to worry about it. I apologized to Elliot for having to see all of that and he said it was totally fine and that he's had to help Rae out on the toilet a few times so he's used to it. We went back to our camp site and lazed around for the rest of the afternoon. The rest of our camping trip went on without any more poop-related issues.
Sorry this was such a long story but I hope it was enjoyable!
Viktor
Answer to LEA
It really was an exciting canoe hike in all ways, not least because we all had to go to toilet outside. The poop of the leader that I mentioned is a bit complicated to describe. I guess that she had been a bit constipated because there were a few ball like lumps and in addition a quite long "cable", perhaps 30 cm long and 4-5 cm thick. Colour: Light brown. She had not done any attempts to cover it but she had burned the toilet paper.
Lewis
Surf Trip
Hi. I have been a "lurker" for a while but thought it was time to tell you something.
Before some of my mates went back to uni we decided to go for a few days surfing and stuff. We struggled to find a place we could all stay but eventually found this bunkhouse type place in Anglesey, Wales. It was in the middle of nowhere but near a beach good for surfing so we packed up some cars and 9 of us headed up there.
The place wasn't the best to be honest it was run by a farmer and had like 8 beds in 2 rooms and one of us slept on a sofa in a large central room with a sort of basic kitchen with just a toaster and kettle in it then off this room on each side of the building were 2 toilets and then there was another room with a shower in it. It was really basic and was not far off being a barn. Anyway we had loaded the cars with loads of beer and cider so all was good and we had a BBQ on the first night then went out surfing for most of the next day then in the evening we booked a meal in this Indian restaurant which was in a town about 30 mins walk away.
So we went to the Indian restaurant and it got to the stage where it sort of turned into a challenge to have something hot. Accompanied by beer then afterwards we had a couple of pints in this pretty empty pub where i think we doubled the days takings before walking back to the bunkhouse when the pub shut. As you can probably imagine after several pints each this walk took us a while and I think we all stopped at least once to piss on a hedge or wall somewhere on the walk back. In Wales late at night the road was quiet and none saw us I don't think a car passed us most of the way.
As we headed back I was starting to get the urge to go for a dump but didn't really think anything of it as we were nearly back at the bunkhouse. When we got back the first two guys through the door were straight into the 2 toilets. I was feeling the need a but more by now but knew they would be out in a bit. We sort of gathered on the sofas and cracked open some more cans.
Anyway after a bit this lad caled Owen emerged from one of the toilets and I was just about to go in there when my mate Tyler went in there and at that point this other lad Nathan called shotgun for the next free toilet and I think it was about then we realised pretty much all of us had to go. So anyway after a few minutes my phone goes and it's Tyler. I answered it and he was like there is no paper in here can you get me some from the other bog. I was like to Owen did you finish the bog roll and he was like yeah and then someone said did you not think to warn Tyler and Owen was like "not my problem" anyway I went to the other toilet and knocked on the door and asked Nath to hurry up as I needed some paper for Tyler. His reply wasn't good - he was not sure he could spare any as there wasn't much left on the roll and he was thinking he would need most or all of it. The farmer had basically only provided 2 rolls of paper - one in each toilet which doesn't last 9 guys for a 4 night trip and we had realised this in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere when we were full of spicy curry!
A tense couple of minutes then followed while Nath finished up and it wasn't good for the rest of us when he came out and told us it was all gone! We had to search for something to give Tyler and then 5 of us were in need of something too.
A bunkhouse doesn't have a lot in the way of paper lying around. Eventually a magazine was found in one of the cars and thus was passed into Tyler. He emerged a relieved man but had tales of pain. Then the rest of us had to use pages of the magazine as well -some tried to hold out to the morning when the shops opened and we could get more bog roll but the power of the curry was too much! I hope magazine paper is something I never have to use again - it is so so sharp when you are rubbing it against your bunghole!
Rachel
Lavah-Constipated Period Poops and Beyond
Lavah,
It's been a while since you posted your question about period poops, so based on the timing of your last post, I'm guessing you've gone through your period you said was upcoming, so if you want to share a story about this month or last month, it would be really comforting to hear about someone else going through such an awfully uncomfy time. I know you have to have help pooping a lot of the time, does that also happen when you have to have your period poop?
This month was especially painful for me, cramps-wise, for some reason, so that made everything about trying to poop all the more painful and difficult. When everything in that area is in turmoil pain-wise, even just peeing can be uncomfortable, but on the other hand, a full bladder just adds to the pain and pressure.Like you, even not before period week, which I've posted about before, my bowels move so agonizingly slow that it's always a long time between poops. Then, like you, all of the contractions start to finally move things along, causing a lot of big, soft poop to pile up between the impacted poop, causing bad stomachaches until I'm able to push out all of the hard stuff that's in the way. To be honest, my pooping pattern lately has been like that, having absolutely no urge for a week or more, getting really bloated,and then I finally get the feeling I need to go, and can't poop or have a really hard time going. With period pain on top of everything, having to use my stomach muscles and pelvic muscles to push out hard poop is even worse than normal. However, like you even the soft poop hurts a lot, because it tends to shift things around in my pelvis painfully as they move down/around and they're so big that they hurt coming out, especially after enduring straining out the hard poop first.
You asked for tips, but I unfortunately don't really have any helpful advice, other than gentle massage to help with the pain and move things along, and also all of the tricks you normally use when you can't poop. I'm still a big fan of sitting backwards, that always seems to help me more than anything else, for some reason.
Ceyla
Three chicks on a hike
Last week I was on vacation with two other girls, let's call them Anna and Bee. We're 22/23 years old and managed to take a week off together and go on a trip without the guys. We stayed in an apartment together and went on a hike every day. Usually we had breakfast in the morning, then started the hike and we always took tea and obviously water with us. Our trails were always sort of off the beaten path and there weren't many other hikers (even though the weather was amazing for fall!) so when we had to pee we just got off the trail, squatted down and peed. Every day we always had to pee like 30-60 minutes after starting the hike because the morning coffee had gone through. Then usually another time in the early afternoon and occasionally a third time later, but then we weren't quite as much in sync as for the after breakfast pee.
On Wednesday we had something special packed: two bottles of prosecco because why not spicy it up with a bit of that. Don't worry we were not doing difficult trails, so it's not like we would drunkenly fall off a cliff! But yeah, we started drinking that after the first pee break and got quite tipsy, so before we even thought about doing our lunch break, all three of us had to really pee again. At that point we were on the side of a hill with an amazing view into the valley. Sun was shining and we saw a picnic bench a bit along the trail. Bee said we should pee in the valley and after a while of negotiating we agreed on peeing off the bench in directing of the valley. And it would be a contest: With the whole body on the bench the one who could pee the farthest would win, no touching the ground. So picture three girls in a row on that rickety wooden bench, pants at the ankles, holding on to the back rest and pushing the pelvis out towards the valley. Two good things: the bench hold up and didn't collapse and nobody came along the trail to witness this spectacle. Long story short we got some good arcs of pee, watered some plants and in the end agreed that Bee had won, with me as close second. Anna had a bit of struggle to get a stream going and actually had a bunch run down her butt onto the bench. We got her a tissue to wipe off and had a second of silence for the next person who wanted to sit on that bench. Gotta say that was the most fun I've had peeing for a long time and maybe the saying everything is better with friends actually applies there too!
We also had a chat about outdoor peeing and also pooping in the afternoon and that's not really a topic we usually talk about, but I thought it was really nice to exchange some thoughts and hear their stories. I have had other toilet experiences with them too (maybe to be told in another post) but this one really got us into the topic I guess haha.
To LEA: I really liked your hiking story too. Quite the ride but you luckily had a good buddy with you!
Jake's survey: I'm 22 and usually poop in the morning. When I'm going to uni I'll often go there otherwise at home or wherever I end up being. I often have the urge to poop after drinking coffee in the morning, though it has to be like 2 full cups. But when it's that amount it triggers something in me and I just have to go like 30 minutes later. So my habit is to drink coffee for breakfast (I'm addicted to coffee in the morning, the rest of the day I drink tea) and then do the poop. If needed I go a second time in the late afternoon (usually at work).David P
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Jasmin K - great to see you posting again! Sounds like a big amount of poo you got out, but kind of painful. I do hope you feel better though. As mentioned before it seems like your prolapse is getting worse and I suggest you go to the doctor and ask their advice, I would hate you to cause damage to yourself.
JW - I see you asking about the term 'bearing down' not sure if it is a British onlt saying but to me it just means pushing very hard. Seen it used by many people here and I've always thought of it meaning when someone is straining so hard they are as to speak 'bearing down' just like a pregnant lady would when pushing out a baby. Reserved for the biggest and hardest of poos I would imagine.
Jasmin K
Poo very black
Just thought I would post as I have the day off work, to look after my cousin who lives with us. She is 9, anyway I was trying to be good and eat some fibre but for the last few weeks, well since I've had my latest BF my diet is back to probably worse than when I was in school and is mostly now crisps, haribo, snack bars and chocolate some pasta and ready rice meals so yes I've been getting very constipated. Last week I felt run down but never had this tired feeling before so phoned my gp and actually got an appointment. Any way apparently I was low on iron so he gave me iron supplements. He asked was I constipated to which I said no, he said was I having problem heavy periods and blood loss I said no, which in some ways was a lie because my ass bleeds ever time I'm on the toilet. I started with the supplements and now my poo is just totally little pieces which are rock hard and black and no matter how long I sit there straining I don't feel I've got all my poo out. This morning I didn't even feel as if there was any poo to come out. I sat down on the toilet which I had put the collander thing in so I could see how much poo I did as my ass bleeding stains the water and it's hard to see the poo. I sat there straining hard and it took 20 minutes for a couple of tiny pebbles to drop I did manage to basically 1/2 fill the collander with little lumps of black poo after a good hour. No solid lumpy log or longer bits so perhaps I should stop the supplements. I don't want to go back to GPs
Jaz KJennifer
Better soon?
Hi!
Yesterday evening before going to bed Adam stod in front of our tall mirror we have in the bedroom. He rubbed his belly and felt it with his hand. He was visibly swollen. I asked if he had stomach ache and he said "mm, yeah" with a crooked smile. He's been a bit absent minded and kind of tired/less energy lately. He's usually very attentive and so on with me. Today he's been in and out of the bathroom, but only a few plips and plops here and there. We both work from home, but I remove my headphones when he goes in there. Tonight I fixed up our favorite Friday food - Burgers, but with a twist. I found these bran buns and instead of lettuce I used spinach and so on to get a real fiber boost. Usually he doesn't like "rabbit food" as he calls it, but now he emptied the plate and called it "fresh!". After we went for a long walk - Almost an hour. I have my ways to... convince him, hehe :) Hopefully he'll be better soon!Chris
New here
hey everyone, I'm Chris, I live in Australia and im 28 years old, ive been a lurker here for many years, so i decided to find the courage and make my first post.
I'm glad i found this website, to be part of a community of like minded people who have a interest in bodily functions, like peeing and pooping, i have been interested in peeing and pooping habits for years, its fascinating and i wish people would stop considering it taboo, its natural and its part of our lives, i hope to make new friends here and meet people with this same interest as i do.
Midwesterner
Restroom Trailer Experience
Sorry that I haven't posted in so long! I have been gearing up for corn and soybean harvest, so I've been extremely busy. Being that it's a rain day, I figured I'd write a quick post. I promise that I'll make up for my absence with some intriguing posts!
Last month I went with my wife, Anna, to this farm equipment event that was a couple states away. I've been wanting to go since I was a young kid, so I was very excited to finally do it! However, I did wonder what the restroom facilities were going to be like. There were some buildings on site, so I didn't know if restrooms would be available there or not. My wife and I both used our bathroom at home before we left. We both took dumps after our light breakfast and felt pretty good. Anna went while I was getting ready, and then we swapped places on the toilet. We were able to do the entire 4 hour drive without stopping until we got to the town where the event took place. We stopped at this fancy looking gas station to use the bathroom before we got to the event, because we didn't know how long it would take for us to get in and such. She went into the women's side and I went into the men's side and peed at the urinal. I assume she also peed because she got done shortly after I did.
When we arrived at the event, we were both shocked at the scale of it. It took place at an old airfield, and I'm not kidding when I say that there were several runways a mile long just full of farm equipment and demonstrations to see. There was a central area that had the concessions and such with a large number of porta potties and several restroom trailers. Along the runways were pairs of porta potties every so often. It was very hot out, and Anna and I were drinking water like crazy. After a few hours I was surprised that we didn't have to pee, but I guess we were just sweating it out! We decided that we were both hungry, so we made our way back towards the concession area. I saw that the aforementioned restroom trailers had air conditioning units on them, and figured they'd be cleaner than the porta potties because they had staff on standby regularly cleaning them. It seemed like an obviously better choice than the porta potties. I finally did feel like I had to pee, so I told Anna that I had to use the bathroom and she said that she could feel all that water working its way through her as well.
There was a restroom trailer right in front of us, so we both decided to use it. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect. Would there be a bunch of individual restrooms with their own toilets, would there be more of a public bathroom type scenario? Well when we got up to it, I could see there was a women's side and a men's side. We each went into our respective doors. When I walked in, it was apparent that it was essentially a scaled down version of a typical public bathroom. As you walked in, the wall opposite of the door had two urinals on the left and two stalls on the right. However, everything was scaled down. The urinals were relatively normal, but very close together. The stalls were absolutely tiny. They were probably only 2.5 feet wide and 3 feet deep. They were also several inches shorter than normal. I could see the toilet in the first stall, and it looked very small and low to the ground, definitely not like most commercial toilets in the US. It looked even slightly smaller than a normal round bowl residential toilet. I will also say that the air conditioning was there, but it hardly did anything.
Anyway, I started making my way towards the urinals, especially seeing that the guy before me was done. There was this tall kid, probably in his late teens or early 20's that entered about the same time I did. He went over to the far stall, and appeared to be peeing (I could see his head over the stall and he was facing the toilet). I figured he probably saw me heading for the urinals and didn't want to be standing shoulder to shoulder with me at the other one (and I wouldn't want to do that either)! I had a pretty long piss and went over to wash my hands. This is where it gets interesting. The sinks are right across from the stalls. There is maybe 2-3 feet between the stalls and the sinks. I didn't even try to peek, but I couldn't help but see this poor guy sitting on the toilet through the gap on the side of the stall door. I think the gaps were slightly wider than a typical public stall, and due to the close proximity of everything, you essentially could see almost the entire user of the toilet without even trying. He was not at all overweight, but he covered the whole entire small seat. He was leaning forward with his arms crossed. His shorts and boxers were pulled to his knees, which were basically an inch shy from hitting the stall door. Judging by the smell, I could tell he was definitely pooping. It was confirmed by the sound of his poop crackling out into the little bowl below him. I felt really sorry for the poor kid having to poop in such a cramped place with such low privacy. I felt really weird being in such close proximity to another guy who was pooping, and being able to clearly see him on the toilet. I couldn't imagine how he felt! I almost wanted to just stop people from walking over there to try and give him more privacy. I made a mental note that pooping in these units might not be the best idea for me (especially given the lack of room). I washed my hands and left the trailer. While I waited for Anna, I noticed that when a woman went in the women's side, you could very briefly see the stalls and the user's feet under the doors. The stalls on the women's side appeared to be the same as the ones on the men's side.
A couple hours later, Anna mentioned to me that the food we ate was "working its way through her." I know her well enough to know that meant she needed to poop. I didn't know what she wanted to do. The only options here were the restroom trailers or the porta potties (unless we left and went somewhere offsite, which would take forever). We went back over by the concession area towards one of the restroom trailers, and sure enough, this was the option she chose. She went in and I just waited nearby. After a few minutes, another woman went in. From my vantage point, when the woman opened the door to go in, I could see Anna's boots under one of the stall doors. It looked like she had people in the stalls on either side of her, and it appeared to be a very busy bathroom. A couple minutes later the door opened again. This time I could tell that Anna, along with whoever was on her right side, was still on the toilet. I would say both of them were definitely pooping. I had a phone call and got distracted by that for the next few minutes, but as soon as I hung up, Anna emerged from the restroom along with whoever was next to her (I recognized the shoes and pants). They were talking and then told each other to have a nice day as Anna walked back over towards me. The other woman was a fairly attractive blonde who was probably in her early 40's. Anna told me "whew, glad I didn't have to do that in a hot porta potty!" The rest of our trip was fairly uneventful as far as bathroom needs. Judging by Anna's comment, I assume the air conditioning was doing a better job than on the men's side. She also mentioned that a lot of women were definitely pooping, so I think the restroom trailer was much preferred over the porta potties by the females. That being said, would you rather use a porta potty or one of these restroom trailers? Would your decision be different for pooping or peeing? To me, neither one seemed that great, so it would probably be a wash. However, if the men's side of the trailer was like the women's (cold air conditioning), I would definitely choose the trailer. Let me know your thoughts!
Fiber King
Desperate Hold
Long time reader and lover of this forum have not posted in quite a while.
Last night I was out drinking with the boys and when I came home I ate a huge bowl of pasta. I followed it with a few glasses of water to avoid a hangover then feel asleep.
Normally I am up at 7 and eat my morning oatmeal but this morning I slept in. When I Finally came out of bed at 930 I dragged my body to the cofee machine and got my morning fix.
After making my daily oatmeal I started to feel the tell tail fullness in my belly but decided to ignore it.
Started answering some emails and drinking another cup of coffee. At the point my stomach was loudly protesting that It needed my attention. I enjoy the feeling of a full stomach and decided to see how long I could last.
I had a nice pair of jeans on so took them off to avoid any damage.
Another 20 mins into my emails and I knew the time was near. At the point I had finished my morning break feast and my body was pleading with me to expel last nights food.
I have found that since turning to an all plant based diet my poops have been quite large and soft and I knew this one would be the same.
I ran to the bathroom and just in time to get my underwear down. I relaxed my control and a soft thick snake made its way out. I cut off the flow to enjoy the feeling leaving my body then released it again. The snake continued its way out of my body coiling on top of itself making a huge light brown pile that came a few inches out of the water.
I stood up and wiped wondering if it would go down. Lucky it managed to without a clog.
Thats if for now,
I will tell some more stories of times I didn't quite make it next time.
- fiber king
P.S. any other vegan or vegetarians here notice that since they increased their fiber intake they saw a chance in their movements?Rosalynne
Grandma's bowels
My grandma, who is in her 80s, lives with me and my parents. She's in pretty good condition, although she uses a collapsible walker and has unpredictable bowels. One day she'll use a laxative and prune juice to get activity going. Two days later she won't need assistance. Then if she gets too stopped up and needs to pass a brick (huge, hard crap), I've helped her with a suppository. It will usually work within an hour, sometimes sooner. She's always very grateful for me watching over her and helping her out, even though I'm gone at school a lot.
Yesterday we packed a lunch and I drove grams over to the park. It was so nice and we decided to take advantage of the weather. We had our sandwiches and salad at a picnic table Grams didn't drink much of her iced tea because she was afraid it would cause her to need to pee. She doesn't like to be a burden on me. Her knees are in pretty bad shape which is why she uses the walker. At home, she has a raised seat on her toilet, and that works well for her. Away from there, we don't often find that even in the handicapped toilets. So she needs assistance in getting on and off the toilet.
While we were playing cards, Grams said she needed to use the toilet ASAP. Luckily it was only a few feet away and there was a cement sidewalk for her walker. She was slowly moving toward the entrance and I walked in front of her to check the room out. I had never been on this side of the park or used these toilets. It was a strange setting. Just two normal size toilets with oval black seats and a wall made of foundation blocks that was like a foot and a half high. I held the walker while grams pulled her sweats down and I helped steady her butt onto the seat. Immediately a diarrhea with some chunky splashes flew out of her. She seemed embarrassed by the noise and attention it was getting. There was no toilet paper left in her stall so I pulled a liberal amount from the other toilet and handed it to her. She wiped from her seat, as I halfway expected her to do. Then I helped her a few steps to the other side and ran the water for her. As she washed her hands I went back and flushed her toilet. And none too soon. The look and smell from the bowl was horrendous.
Then I went into the toilet next door and did a quick wee. I think it lasted about 45 seconds, perhaps a little longer. Grandma walked over and at knee level saw my shorts and underwear. She said my underwear was faded and torn. I don't really care about how it looks and nobody else sees it, not even my boyfriend (yet). She said she'd give me a couple of packs of new ones for Christmas. She was surprised how fast I was moving and wiping to get out of there. I told her about the short passing period and tardy time at my school. She laughed and said nothing has probably changed since the early '50s. She did say that two of her friends were caught and suspended from classes for smoking in the bathroom. They would pass the cigarette down the entire row of toilets so it would be harder for teachers to know where the smoke was coming from.James
Pooing in the woods
In my earlier post about accidents whilst doing my paper round, I alluded to hiding pants in my bedroom if they were too messy to put in the laundry without risking severe embarrassment, but not messy enough to immediately bin. Given my accident-proneness throughout my childhood, I tended to always have a few pairs secreted somewhere. When I was very young, my ability to hide them was extremely poor and I made little attempt to clean them first, so I would usually be given away by the smell later the same day, and one of my parents would find them. They tended to be a bit annoyed about this - not that I'd had an accident, as they were always very kind about those, but that I'd hidden the evidence rather than asking for help with cleaning up. The reason was that I was still embarrassed to admit to the accidents, even if I knew I wouldn't get into trouble for them.
As I got older, I became better at cleaning myself up, and also more inventive about hiding my pants if they hadn't been wrecked. My parents would also respect my privacy more as I got older, and wouldn't go poking around in my room without a very good reason. I usually intended to clean any dirty underwear myself when I was alone in the house, although by that time the stains had sometimes become permanent, at least on paler coloured material. Still, I didn't like to throw them away unless I'd actually outgrown them, and I gradually started to accumulate more pairs over time that weren't in a good state to wear.
Around age 12-13, I was having quite a difficult time - after switching to secondary school I had fewer friends and was being bullied, there was much more homework, and I'd outgrown a lot of my favourite activities like cubs. I'd also been having a run of bad accidents since not long before I'd turned twelve (I've posted about them all here), after a period of them being less frequent. Retrieving my pants and putting them in the wash would remind me of whatever incident had led to the stains, and this was always accompanied by a complex mix of emotions. I associated pooing my pants with feeling warm and comfortable, and with the sudden relief of not having to fight to hold in a desperate urge to poo, but also with the fear of being found out, and with feeling very ashamed of myself, and I was very self-critical about it. I found myself wishing that, if I was in a situation where I couldn't avoid an accident, there was a way of not having that fear and shame. To be clear, this wasn't about wanting to deliberately poo myself, and the psychological motivation was only about escaping from the hard time I gave myself whenever I messed myself.
At that age I already liked to go for solitary walks out into the nearby countryside if I was feeling too stressed out or anxious, and eventually I started sometimes wearing one of my old, stained pairs of pants when I went, so that if an accident happened, I wouldn't mess my newer and nicer pants. Walks were a time when I was already rather prone to accidents anyway, so this did kind of make sense. By this time in my childhood I'd developed a time-consuming (bordering on obsessional) routine before leaving the house to try and keep my pants clean, including sitting on the toilet more than once even if I didn't need it, and returning home immediately if I felt the slightest urge and was able to do so. At some point, I realised that this also wasn't good for my stress levels, and I made a conscious decision that I wouldn't do this routine before a walk - I'd just try to set out with a mindset of allowing myself to let go of the anxiety. I was trying to create a space where I could enjoy my walk whilst showing myself some compassion and kindness about my accident-proneness.
Most of the time I would get back from my walks without incident - in fact I was probably better at holding on during them because I didn't start to panic at the first sensation of needing to do a poo, which would always make things worse. On the occasional trip that did end up with the need to go getting the better of me, I could allow myself not to mind the resulting accident, as no-one would find out and the pants would have been on the verge of being thrown out anyway. Either way, these walks were a very effective way for me to deal with negative emotions, and I always ended up feeling better after them. If I did end up dirtying my pants, I had the chance to calmly notice the sensations involved - I guess these days this might be called mindfulness - and also note things like whether holding on for as long as possible affected the clean-up (it didn't - for a given size of accident, pooey pants are pooey pants). With hindsight, I think this process of learning to have some compassion to myself about my accidents was very important to me finding longer-term peace, happiness and self-acceptance.
A good example of this sort of incident happened maybe a few weeks after the scout trip disaster that I already described - I think this was the first time I pooed myself like this whilst on a solo walk, but I might be wrong. I had a whole Sunday to myself, and the weather was fine and sunny, so after my parents and brother had left for one of his football matches, I made some cheese sandwiches for a picnic and set off walking, having first put on a pair of pants that was obviously stained in the seat and an old, nearly worn-out tracksuit. I'd planned a decent round walk of about eight miles, and I also took the old compact film camera I had back then in the hope of taking some photos of wildlife.
I walked from late morning to lunchtime through gentle hills with woodland - a familiar route and one that I loved to explore both alone and with the rest of my family. I'd taken a few pictures of some birds and some unusual leaves, and was generally feeling rather better about the world than I had been. I stopped and ate my picnic, and rested for a while by a stream, before carrying on.
Eating stimulated my bowels a little, and I could now feel a gentle pressure down there. As I hiked along, I played my usual game of letting the poo poke out a bit and then push it back, and I must have been doing this for about half a mile before I finally let it come out too far and it popped out into my pants. I shook it out and down my trouser leg, and it looked like a large conker with a tiny blob of softer poo at one end. Normally, the softer poo at the end would have made me stop doing that game, for fear of a repeat of the accident I wrote about last time. This time I could keep going, acknowledging that it might go wrong but not being afraid of it. In fact I found I was able to keep daring myself to let out a significantly larger lump of poo, and it did keep going back in when I squeezed it. Eventually, this piece did slip out too, and I could feel it was slightly sticky. Because I was in the middle of nowhere, I ducked behind a bush and pulled down my trousers and pants - this time the ball of poo was about two inches across and the same long, and the back edge of it was mushy - a classic cork-poo. I tipped it straight out of my pants into the undergrowth (without touching it) and pulled everything back up. I could see there was a small smear in there, but it wasn't as bad as the existing stains. However, keeping going with the game at this point would have amounted to deliberately pooing myself with soft poo, so I stopped.
I got back into taking photos, and stopped for a while in the hope that a robin that I'd spotted flying away would come back. As I stood there, I could feel the urge to poo building up - it felt like it was going to be a large and mushy one. I started walking again to see if the pressure eased off, which it initially did, before coming back a little stronger. Normally, this would be the point where I would start feeling anxious about being so far from any toilets, and worrying I was going to have another accident - it felt utterly liberating that I didn't have to worry about it that afternoon, and instead I could just feel curious about whether I would make it home before nature took its course. Still, I tried to hold on as best I could, even though for once it didn't have to spoil my enjoyment of the walk.
The pressure mostly went away, leaving me with a sense that I would need to go quite soon, rather than a feeling that if I let go for a second it would come out. However, I was also feeling an urgent need to pee. I waited for the poo pressure to ease off further, stood behind a tree and started watering its roots - but as I did so the pressure in my bum increased, and I felt some warm mush starting to escape as I couldn't clamp down whilst peeing. By the time my wee was finished, I could feel that there was a smallish squelchy poo down there, but I was able to get control again easily and no more was coming out. I peeked down the back of my pants and could see that the poo was mostly between my buttocks and a little was stuck to the seat of my underwear - probably a similar accident, or only a bit worse, than the one that had happened in them at some point in the preceding year or two that had led to them being hidden in my room. This did have the effect of relieving the pressure down there, and I was fairly sure I'd get back home without further incident.
I was just getting into the last couple of miles of my walk when I heard some gurgling from my ????, felt a slight cramp, and had a sudden surge in the pressure down there. This time, the pressure built up so that I was feeling desperate, and it began to feel uncomfortable trying to keep it in. As often happened, I felt my bum-hole starting to twitch a bit as I ran out of strength, and then my bum involuntarily opened a bit and some more mush started to squeeze out, speeding up as it did so, whilst I stood stock still at the side of the path. I remember feeling just like I had as a little kid, standing in the classroom after having an accident earlier and realising that there wasn't any point in holding back when another poo was already coming out. I felt my bottom relax completely, and experienced a blissful few seconds of relief and clarity as the large, porridge-consistency poo flowed out of me and thoroughly filled my pants. Other posters have talked about accidents as a whole-body experience - freed from any fear about what was happening to me, this was probably the closest I got to that pure, overwhelming sense of relief, relaxation and soft warmth. The woodland smells of leaf-mould and vegetation were joined by an earthier smell, but I didn't find it unpleasant.
After that, I continued with my walk, with the poo well-contained in my pants but squishing around as I strode along. The feeling was surprisingly comfortable, and even comforting, when disconnected from the feelings of fear and shame. About a mile later, I needed to go again, and I just kept walking when the pressure got too much - I have a vivid memory of the poo coming out with each step, a bit at a time, as my bum involuntarily opened again. A final surge of pressure happened as I reached the edge of the woods, and this time I actually pushed it out, feeling quite daring about doing so. Because I wasn't feeling anxious about the poo, I could really notice the sensations as it came out of me and flowed up the back of my bum to just below the waistband of my pants.
When I got home, I still had over an hour before the rest of my family were due back, so I could take my time over the clean-up. My tracksuit went into the washing machine on a short but hot wash - there was a tiny bit of poo in the seat that I wiped into the toilet, but it wasn't too bad. I stood in the bath and looked at myself in the mirror - poo glistened around the tops of both my legs - and I peeled my pants into the (dry) bath so that any globs of poo that escaped could be easily washed down the drain. I'd prepared some plastic bags to triple-bag my pants in, and after sealing them away I put them to one side whilst I had a long shower. Finally, the bagged pants went into the outside bin after I'd got changed. By the time my parents got home, I was putting the finishing touches to some homework, and there was nothing to suggest that I'd comprehensively pooed my pants only a few hours earlier. I really did feel better afterwards as well - I was more relaxed and less anxious for at least a few weeks. To this day I don't know if this counts as an accident or an on-purpose - I'd clearly made it more likely by not trying to obsessively stave off another poo-in-pants, and I'd prepared for the possibility by wearing pants that were already dirty, but I did try to hold on until it was uncomfortable to do so any more, and I came home from trips like this with clean pants far more often than dirty ones. Again, this was part of me learning the importance of taking a moment to be kind to myself every now and then, rather than getting caught up in feeling guilty and ashamed all the time for my accidents. It was about accepting my accident-proneness as a part of myself - not something to celebrate, but not something to beat myself up over either.
I think this will be my last post for a while - I've written about more or less every accident I can remember in detail, and if I keep going I'll only get repetitive and boring. Part of me wonders, however, whether you could badly paraphrase the opening of Anna Karenina here - "Clean pants are all alike; every dirty pair gets dirty in its own way".
Question for Lea
Saw your story about you pooping at the gym. Do u read the paper while pooping? & have u ever pooped in the woods?
Mina Kazuko Maho Hisae
So many interesting posts! Mina enjoy to translate, crushes enjoy to listen translation. Sherryl, do you live Alaska? Or Scandinavia? We surprised because there is snow so early. We think you had very enjoyable motion! It is good feeling to do in pure white nature we think. We are happy for you, especially we are happy because you did a lots and lots and they were not hard.
Emma Two, we think cleaner in your office is very nice woman. Instead of complain, she said happy thing about your good feeling. It is very good attitude to a call of nature.
We love stories about comfortable motion make you feel good. So LEA, we are happy athletic girls had comfy time and did lots. Short brunette was on loo long time to do again and again and again, we understand that feeling very well (even Chae). And Crystal, we are happy to hear about you and also your sister.
We never use metal seat of toilet I think. I used in Wales for wee but don't remember well. WE were sorry you didn't feel good Anna.
Maho sometimes drops turd which is shape of J. So we remember you Victoria!
We love everybody this site! We send all of you warm love and strong kisses.
Hisae Maho Kazuko MinaJillian
Bad Game, Great Dump
This past weekend my college's football team came to the city I now live in to play one of our big rivals. Myself and a bunch of other friends from college all went to the game to cheer our school on. After a long tailgater I'm pretty hot weather, we went into the game. Despite being expected to win, we ended up losing pretty embarrassingly. Near the end of the game, when it was already clear we were going to lose, I felt a sudden but strong need to poop. I told my friends I'd be back and made my way to the women's restroom. It was surprisingly pretty empty and quite large. I picked a middle stall and sat down to poop. It didn't take long for a big thick log to start coming out. I often take big poops (my nickname among close friends is Big Jill, and I'm 5' 2", 120 lbs so you can probably guess where that comes from) but this one kept going and going. As it was still coming out I felt some resistance and realized it was already touching the bowl below. I stood up and waddled forward a half step or so to make room for it to finally all come out. The end thudded down hard on the front of the bowl. I turned around to see one of the biggest logs I'd ever done. It went from down inside the hole to very edge of the bowl and was thick too. It had to be easily over a foot long. It was never going to work, but I hit the flusher and even the high powered toilet was no match for what I'd just laid. I wiped and tossed the paper into the bowl. As I was washing my hands, I couldn't help but smile about clogging our rival's toilet with my thick shit. We may have lost the game but I was able to leave a nice parting gift in their stadium.Thunder
The Potty
I note the post from Mina. Now you girls have potties why not try lying down and being massages….. your ???? of course and when you need to poo put the potty under your bottom and just go as your colon is being massaged. I had something like that years ago . I had an enema and laid on my back while the therapist massaged my colon. She told me to not get up to use the toilet as I was too stiff ( maybe she did not want a poo accident) so when the urge became too much she slipped the potty under my bottom and pushed on my colon as I expelled. I actually filled up the potty with water from the enema and poo. She emptied it in the toilet. Thanks for the post from Pushing Hard Liuaan. You mentioned the ladies room. When I am not on my laxatives that is me in the men's room. If I have a big hard turd I really like to be with someone in case I pass out in the process. I take osmotic laxatives, say 5 days a week to avoid that. Straining can be bad. I have a customer whose father died on the toilet by pushing too hard. He had a stroke and died on the throne!When I was about 10 I spent many summer days with the other kids in town playing at the local playground. We played long and hard and I hated to stop playing amd with no adult around to periodically say "go potty, KK," I had way more accidents then I did during school months or at home. One day as was usually the case, I'd been dribbling pee for awhile. My crotch was wet the size of a baseball, I'd guess. I kept holding with my hand between my legs doing the potty dance. With no adults around calling attention to it, the kids didnt really notice or care. I usually had a wet spot on my crotch from dribbling or leaking. That day was a bit cold. I finally knew I was about to let go in my pants. I hid behind the jungle gym and wet myself. My cold legs grew very warm and I peed into my socks. Just then I was startled that I needed to make a poop. I hadmt realized I needed a poop but I guess my pee pee accident had triggered it. For awhile l just kept playing, no ine really paid attention to my accident. A few kids mocked me but moved on pretty quickly. I would stop and hold my bottom a little when I needed to but that hold-it strategy quickly started to fail. My ???? cramped a little and I squatted, accidentally pushing a soft but semi firm load into my panties. At first I hid and cried a little then I just decided to keep playing like normal. Hopefully no one would notice. My soiled pants were cold but no one really seemed to notice the load in the back of my pants. When parents began arriving to bring their kids home, I got more than a few looks and so did my mom. I forget if I was spanked or not but probably.
Jasmin K
Big poo
Hey it's been a while since posting as I've been busy back at work. I've just done a massive hard poo which has taken me 1'hour and 25'minutes to do from starting to strain to wiping. That said I have had to go back and start straining again as my bum was still feeling like there were some leftovers in there so I'm posting and trying to poo again. So the first log started as some small pebble like pieces which were like stuck in my ass hole which domed down when I strained real hard and went plip plip plip into the water. At this point the inside of my ass came out as I strained hard mAs I kept pushing down I could feel my ass being stretched as the main part of my poo was coming out. It stuck half way out and took some mega hard straining to shift, it was in the water before it left my bum hole. This was followed by some more poo chunks. It was about 10 inches long and very thick and solid. When I wiped there was no poo on the paper just some blood and mucous stuff. I'm surprised I did that much as I had done a lot of poo on Friday morning, I'd had a really good empty out considering I hadn't felt like I needed a poo but made my self go as I was spending Friday untill Sunday eve at BFs. My bum was really sore when I got to my BFs on Friday. I told him it was bad as he likes to know about my pooing and he kept patting my bum and asking did I need to go again. I told him I would let him watch me try to poo again if his flat mates went out. I don't like pooing at his place because of the 2 others he shares with. On Sunday we got up and I dressed in short mini skirt, thigh highs and a nice top and jacket as we were going out to town. Anyway his 2 flat mates went out and he asked me if he could watch me trying for a poo. I said yes I would try so we go into his bathroom and he pulled my pink bikini style knickers down to mid thigh and I sat. We didn't have much time before we needed to leave so I strained down really hard and produced a loud long fart. It didn't feel like there was any poo ready to come out so I knew it would take a lot of effort to force some poo to come. I strained as hard as I could and splattered some mucous with the resulting fart. I told him it would take quite some time for me to make myself do a poo he said its ok we can arrive late. I told him to squeeze my belly when I pushed. He also felt under me to see if my arse was bulging which it was. After about 1/2 an hour of straining a small hard log came out of my bulging arse with a plop into the water. I bore down again as my arse felt quite full but this time it was the inside of my arse which came out. I strained more and another small solid piece of poo came out. I wiped and pushed my arse back inside. Pulled my pink knickers back up and we left to go into town. When he thinks no one can see he will feel my bum and in a mini skirt he goes direct on my knickers, we were standing and I relaxed my arse and sure enough my prolapse popped out and pressed on my knickers. I whispered to him that I might need to visit the ladies and sure enough he feels the back of my knickers. The look on his face was amazing, well worth the fact I had to slip off to the ladies take my then mucous stained knickers off and instead wear a pair tena silhouette black knickers which was all I had in my bag
Hence I was surprised when I did so much poo this morning too, no wonder my arse is so sore today.
To Pushing Hard Luaan
Hi I know the diet constipation thing only too well long before I went to the uk equivalent of high school.
I used to eat loads of sweets crisps chocolate bars and junk and was always constipated, I knew it was the junk food and sweets chocolates but I loved them so much even when I was so badly constipated I never stopped eating them. i used to eat sweets and chocolate bars when I was on the toilet and had to sit there for ages straining hard because my poo was so hard. If I got to day 3'and hadn't done a poo I had to stay on the toilet until I did it and got kept off school to do this until I was 12. I had to try everyday before school for 1/2 an hour and again in the evening for an hour or more. I know what you mean about getting sore.
Bye for now
Jaz K
LEA
Clogged toilet
Viktor: it sounds you had a nice canoe hiking trip. You were lucky to catch this counselor as she was walking away from her freshly deposited heap! Did she go a lot?
Mina: thank you for your story I liked it a lot. It sounds like you flushed six times in total to get rid of all the waste! That's impressive. I hope all four of you are doing well.
Emma two: it sounds like you had a very strong urge to move your bowels during that meeting! I am glad you made it in time. Don't worry about leaving skid marks, they're normal after a big dump.
I have a question for everyone: did you ever have no choice but to go number two in a clogged toilet?
So one day I had a sudden urge to go during an afternoon lecture. The urge came very suddenly! I tried to hold it at first. After two minutes I realized it was impossible so I sneaked out of the room. I went to the nearest bathroom. It was a single-stall kind of bathroom. The door was locked because it was already in use! I hoped that the user would finish her pee quickly and leave. But after waiting for two minutes I realized she was pooping! I considered going to the next restroom. I knew I would lose it on the way so I decided to stay! Then I could hear the girl in the stall pulling paper to wipe. When she was done wiping she left the stall without flushing! She was a shorter blonde girl I knew from another class. She blushed when she saw me waiting! Then she said that she didn't break the toilet & it was already broken before! I said it's not a problem I have no choice anyway! So I quickly went into the stall & locked the door & slammed my butt onto the seat! I didn't have time to have a clear look at what was in the bowl but there was clearly a lot of crap! I started shitting immediately! It was not diarrhea but still very soft. Something I ate apparently did not agree with me lol! Well you can imagine the smell of me going into an already full toilet! But I really didn't care because the only thing that mattered is that I had avoided an accident! The other girl washed her hands and left!
The god thing about the toilet being full is that there was no splash-back! My crap just fell onto the loads already in the bowl. I felt extremely relived. I was done fast! I produced less than I had expected given how urgent it was. Then I wiped & I stood up. The bowl was pretty full! There was a lot of paper from all the girls that had used it but some loads were still visible! The one partially buried under mine consisted of several short light brown turds and was surely passed by the blonde girl from the other class! My load was darker and had no clear shape because it was so mushy!
I decided to leave fast so that it doesn't get blamed on me! I left without washing my hands but I used my own hand sanitizer! I felt bad for the janitor who would have to clean it up. The following day I walked by this bathroom and it had a sign that read the it was still out of use! I really wonder if another girl had to use it after me. And also every time I see the blonde girl now I can't help but think of the time she deposited her waste in the clogged toilet lol!
Tuesday, October 05, 2021
john H
An endless poop
Hi everyone.
It's been a long time since I last posted so a big shout out to all the posters new and old. There has been some great posts lately.
I just took a major poop that I thought I would share.
I normally poo every day but for some reason I didn't get the urge yesterday. This can happen me from time to time.
Normally when I need to go I like to allow the urge to build before sitting on the toilet. I was out for some time today and had lunch when I returned home. I continued working until I needed to pee. I realised I had yet to poo and I had a slight feeling that I could poo but not with any significant urgency at all.
I sometimes sit on the toilet to pee and I did so today. A soft fart escaped as I peed and i decided to give a push while I was already sitting on the toilet.
I normally like to relax and let the logs slide slowly out so pushing was a little different for me. I have a gentle push and felt that there was poo ready to come out. It streched me open nicely and a firm log made its way out. It broke off and my hole remained streched open. I enjoyed before pushing gently again and I felt the rest of the log making it's way out and splashing in the toilet.
A slight healthy poo smell drifted up as I waited for the next log. I always have a follow up.
Sure enough I felt more movement and a longer but softer log made its way out and added to the smell. I pushed to see if there was more and another long soft rope of poo began to make its way out. There was no splash as the water was covered at this point and the smell now turned to a bit more unplesent. I guessed this was older poo and that is why it smelled worse.
To my surprise another 2 ropes of soft poo made their way out. I leaned forward for the last one and it slipped silently in to the toilet.
I could not understand how I had so much poo inside me but I didn't have a strong feeling that I needed to go at all.
I was afraid the toilet would clog so I was careful not to use to much toilet paper. The first wipe was very messy and I could feel there was still more poo between my cheeks. Another 3 wipes and I was good to go. I finished off with another short pee before flushing the endless load away. The toilet handled it well and I cleaned the bowl, washed my hands and left the bathroom very satisfied.
Perhaps I will try not waiting for the urge to build again to see what happens.
Has anyone else had an experience like this where you had a massive poo without much of an need to go beforehand?
That's it for now. Take care all
John H.JW
Question for Pushing Hard Luaan
Hi Luaan, I'm curious about the wording you use. You call the effort you make to poop "bearing down". Any reason for that choice of words? Its what my Mother ALWAYS call it, in fact I never heard it referred to as "pushing" until I read an account of childbirth when I was 15. Now, in the past 20 years or so "bear down" seems to be used very infrequently. Do you (or anyone) have any thoughts on the terminology?
Is there a difference in anyone's mind between "bearing down" and "pushing" -JWDavid P
Really Badly constipated
Hiya David P here, haven't had anything to post for ages since I've mainly been constipated for these past weeks apart from about two weeks ago when visiting family that live down south about 10 minute drive from the beach! Needless to say I made the most of it that week and drove to the beach a few times and sometimes walked into the local town. Was a great holiday and my bowels loved it too as I pooed twice a day mostly. But once back I have became constipated, less exercise and been eating crap lots of chocolate and pastry so no wonder I am blocked up.
My constipation has gotten really bad these last two days and I am struggling to push out the smallest of turds. This morning I had to take a deep breath and strain hard, after giving some big pushes, I couldn't help grunting out a slight grr sound as I did the final push I managed to pass this small cracked finger poo that made a massive PLOOP. I couldn't believe how hard it was to push out such a small piece. Then about an hour later I was feeling bloated again so went back to sit on the toilet and pushed out two small lump poos, the first one splashed with such a force a big load of water came and drenched my hole, the other just made a big plop sound. At least there is some movement but just bloated and wish I could do a normal poo again! Also my bum has been rather sore these last few days, when I walk it can be a bit itchy and painful. I do not have any piles I hope, can't see anything. Dam constipation is so horrible!
Now comments:
Abbie - missing your stories, how are the poos lately? Hopefully better than me!
Jasmin K - thanks for the survey responses, you poor thing having the rectal prolapse still. Constipation really sucks! Hope you feel better soon.
Bianca
To Victoria
Hey girl! That was an awesome poop you did in your toilet. It was especially cool that it looked like a capital J. That would be neat if you did a heart shaped poop for Valentine's day. I mentioned once I believe a large poop I did as a child looked like that. Not much to say about my poop today. My poop was soft this morning after eating 2 bananas with my breakfast bar. One of them was yucky at one end,but I dealt with it ok. Yesterday I peed down the bathtub after bathing. I straddled the drain the best I could while facing the outside edge of the tub. I didn't hear the pee go down, but I guess due to me sitting, it hissed a bit. This was a neat potty experience. All for now, bye.Thunder
Paper Usage
I note Mistee's post about toilet paper usage. As an almost daily user of public toilets paper is essential and wastage could mean there is no paper for the next person and it is wasteful for the environment! As for carpeting the toilet seat with paper….. forget that. I sit on metal toilets almost daily without any problems whatsoever. On these days of covid my public toilets in the park are preferable because they have good air flow. The toilets at work , whilst normal toilets ( not metal) do not have good air flow. I still use the work toilets as I wee all the time due to drinking a real lot of tea combined with a prostate and bladder problem. Also the bladder problem is likely to be neurological also.
Pushing hard Luaan
Very large stools (bowel movements)
Ever since I was in high school I was always eating junk food, candy bars cookies , potato chips, cheese burgers.. and the like.
A diet like that I realized that it was making me very constipated.
As a result I would not go to the toilet for three days.
When I felt a large mass forming in my rectum I knew I would have to go to the toilet and sit for quite a while before it would start to move down to my anal opening.
When I felt it there I would go sit on the toilet in the ladies room and .. take a deep breath, and then bear down to thy to get it to start widening and stretching my hole to come out.
When it is down there I , start to bear down grunting an straining for
20 seconds at a time, let my breath out...and then take another breath.
Then do the same again.
Eventually my anus would painfully stretch big enough for the massive turd to start coming out. The whole process will take 30 to 40 minutes.
My hole would be sore for the rest of the day.
I usually put petroleum jelly on my finger and rub it into my hole.
Thanks , Luaan